Micah groaned, the feeling of a hand in his own was a momentary reprieve before a burning pain enveloped his torso. He heard himself gasp as he pushed himself up, the uncomfortable tightness of his side bringing his focus to the dressings wrapped tightly around his stomach.
What the hell had happened? He remembered a crash, gunshots, Jesse! He sucked in a breath, ripping the drip from his arm, sending a spray of crimson fluid across the sterile white floor. He sat up too quickly, tearing the wires from his chest to cause the nearby machine to blare in alarm before he saw Freya was standing before him, her hands on his shoulders. He wasn’t sure how she had navigated around the far-too-small bed so quickly without his notice. She looked tired, dark circles ringing her tear-filled eyes. Why
